and i - return from kidnapping

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    ✧ he didn't know how he got here. he didn't know where he even was until he got focused enough to hear the sound of the river, fading in and out of conciousness, body rippling in pain and discomfort. the tom cat that managed to drop him off was long gone by now, scent of the city barely even there, he he managed to try and drown the poor tom before he left. after the other had left, bo managed to get himself out of the water, water dripping off his fur like morning dew off a leaf. he lay on the rocks, on the river's bank, panting, whining, and wheezing uncomfortably. he didn't feel very good. he didn't know what was wrong, he barely even remembered the entire kidnapping situation. but right now.. all he wanted to do was see viperpaw. he had promised he'd see him moon rises ago, but eith every falling sun, he was gone. missing. claw marks and road rash all over his miserable body. he hoped like hell someone would find him soon.


    //its p short but if you don't read it, pretty much a former bloodclanner kidnapped bo. tortured him for a little bit before pushing him in front of a monster causing his leg to be broken, and a lot of road rash throughout his body. after bringing him back to riverclan territory, said loner tried to drown him, only giving up after deciding bo living would be more suffrage. his injuries include a sprained front left paw, a broken back right leg, road rash all over his body, along with scars all over and a odd scar on his face, almost like a branding of something.

    "speech here"

    ❀ and someone would. eventually. it would be the soft face of a friend, twisted in horror at the sight of the young boy she had come to adore. the young girl would come to the injured tom's side. "bo? bo? what happened?" fighting the panic that was threatening to set in, her eyes frantically searched for someone to help her. she'd never be able to get him home by herself, and he was in no condition to walk.

    "feathersong? rootlegs?" she cried, almost like a mewling kit. "g-glade? hawk? anyone? w-we need help!"


    // sorry for the late reply x.x'

    Rootlegs   [Polynesia]   Shoreheart.

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    ✧ //yeah do whatever you'd like


    the soft, almost melodic tone filled with straight fear and panic, might of freaked out any other cat. he didn't really know what was happening to him, and that should of scared him too, but instead, it kind of calmed him down. finchpaw was here and he knew he would be okay.. and that vargo would be so happy to see him. "finchpaw! hngngh.. hey.. there.. ah know this looks really bad but ah missed ya.. yah are okay.. right? " he was regarding to her frantic tone. maybe he should been more concerned about how badly he was bleeding, and how he could barely breathe, but honestly all he wanted was to hear her voice. his friend was all that was keeping him from crossing over.

    //Thank's Bo!


    Nightfall padded over and looked at the two cats.

    Seeing how badly Bo was bleeding she rushed over to his side and adressed Finchpaw.

    "You're practically a medic, you know if he'll be alright, don't you?"

    She didn't actually know Bo, she didn't even know his name right now but hje had that distinctive RiverClan scent about him and that alone made him worth protecting in her mind. Not to mention that Finchpaw was genuinely worried about him.

    Now adressing Bo : " Everyone here seems to be fine... except you."

    Her tone darkened as she adressed Bo's condition.

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    ❀ hearing his voice would steal her attention away from her short-lived search for help. she couldn't help but to smile at him, gingerly touching his forehead with her nose. "i'm fine," she assured, a soft chuckle slipping from between her lips, somewhere between worry and relief and amusement and nervousness. she gave him a soft lick between the eyes, careful to avoid touching the scratch to his face. for now.

    at the presence of nightfall, the girl couldn't help but to feel a little relieved. it wasn't who she'd been hoping for, but nightfall was strong for her age and appearance. maybe the two could get bo to camp. "you know if he'll be alright, don't you?" finchpaw visibly swallowed at the question, but she tried to keep her fear from showing to obviously on her face. truthfully, his legs worried her, and she didn't know if they'd heal properly. she'd... never seen injuries quite like this before.

    for the sake of bo and for the sake of keeping morale high, she nodded. "of course. he'll be okay. help me get him to camp, will you?"

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    "Of course! I'll take his body and you take his legs, I don't want to accidently hurt him by holding his legs the wrong way."

    She glanced down at Bo and for a moment worry registered on her face, as well as ear that the tom wouldn't be okay, but she quickly wiped her face of emotions and went to the opposite side of his body so she could prepare to lift him.



    OOC: Imma tag the real medics again Bo needs 'em! [Polynesia] Rootlegs

    The hints of blood danced along the back of his throat as he drew forth upon limber limbs of an accented umber. The coppery pungency of blood was not entirely foreign to Glade, in fact it's very essence had a tendency to uproot all the trauma he'd buried deep in the back of his conciousness, praying to the heavens above it would rot away into nothing but the fragments of what he'd perceived reality to be at the time. But memories locked in place by the blood of the innocent would never ceace to exist in the darkest corners of his mind. The faces of his friends fluttered among the reeds that grazed his sides as he slipped briskly onwards- the scent of blood was a thread pulling him across the territory with an investigative concern. Who was injured over there?


    He arrived in time to catch the three in his gaze, widening in a mild surprise and defined by a certain panic he longed to subdue. "Woah- uh," Was all that slipped quietly through a parted jaw, released by a certain shock at the carnage. Bo, one of their more recent joiners, a refugee who'd escaped the clutches of Bloodclan's unethical culture. Maybe it was the murder, or the torture, or the capacity to commit such atrocities under the guise of 'freedom', but Bo had escaped. He'd come to Riverclan for a safe place to live- so how had this happened? He allowed himself little time to dwell on the possibilities before his decisive nature took it's hold on him, and he moved forwards to aid in his injured warrior's transport to camp. To safety. "I'll help get him back to camp," he offered, coming near but hesitating to touch the sandy male's body, "I can- I can take his front half over my back." Though his hardened eyes had bore witness to many injuries far more traumatic, Finchpaw was the one in practice- he'd await her order with a hurried worry painted across his features.


    ❝There's a lot you don't see that is keeping it together!❞


    — Rootlegs

    bio — plotting — main

    Muttering to himself the frustrated medicine cat was on the lookout for his apprentice, Finchpaw. He wasn't really bother by her spending her free time out in the forest, it just meant it was harder to get in contact with her if he wanted to. His neutral expression was quickly replaced with a frown as the scent of the sweet apprentice was tainted with the metallic scent of blood. Immediately he picked up his pace and let his lanky legs cut through the forest, "Finch!" he called out desperately as fear got a hold of his mind. However, when he arrived at the scene Rootlegs was overwhelmed with the sight of the few cats gathered around a pool of blood of a cat he couldn't identify through the legs and one of them was Finchpaw. "phew..." a quick breathe of relief escaped the lanky medics maw before the mangled body of Bo was revealed. Pale orbs of sadness widened at the sight of the beaten up tom but he knew that Bo needed his expertise not his sympathy. Catching the end of Gladefall's words he nodded, "we won't be able to treat him out here with no herbs but let me look him over, we don't want to risk further damage from moving him!" he meowed leaning over the bloody cat. Flicking his tail for Finchpaw to be by his side, Rootlegs lowered his head and placed his paws gently over the tom's spine, looking to see if moving him could cause any sort of paralyze effect. Moving from his spine to the broken leg, Rootlegs was frighteningly not phased by the gore, maybe he had finally become desensitized to it all or maybe his desire to help overcame any other emotion. As he checked the tom over, he spoke out loud the injuries, "no lasting damage to his spine, he should be fine to carry. Broken back leg. Multiple scars, some healed wounds reopened and... Monster marks? What in Starclan happened to him..?" he trailed off, finding it impossible to shut out all sympathetic emotions, he gaze saddened for a moment before he regained his composure. "Let's get him back. Our priority will be to stop the bleeding so someone get some cobwebs so we can doing a patch job before we get him back!"

    This was a strange way for her to wake up. The medicine den was empty and so she rose to her paws, following the scent trail left by her old mentor. Something bad must've happened for the her apprentices and her mentor to have headed out all at once. "Rootlegs!?" The healer would call out, pausing in surprise once she came upon the clowder.


    "Bo..." Feathersong whispered, looking down at the ex-BloodClanner with sympathetic eyes. Finchpaw must be devastated but so far, her apprentice was keeping it together. This wasn't the worst injury she'd seen, but Bo was a close friend of Finchpaw and that made her much more concerned. Luckily, she managed to catch the last bit of Rootleg's assessment.


    "I'll fetch some cobwebs." As much as she wanted to reassure her apprentice, there just wasn't time. On nimble paws, she raced over to a bush and stuck in a forepaw, managing to grab enough to cover her paw.


    Coming to a stop beside the other cats she'd lean over to Rootlegs, giving him some of the web.

    "Here."

    The young tabby was not used to this kind of situation and she wanted to leave, to get out of the way but somehow se was almost stuck by Bo's side. She couldn't speak. She couldn't move either, except to gently stroke Bo's head with her tail.

    StarClan let him be okay. Please...

    The only one here that she knew was Finchpaw. Finally the muscles in her throat released and she was able to speak again.

    "He will be okay, right? Is there anything I can do to help?"

    ❀ soon, the three cats she wanted most in the world would appear. first, gladefall. she couldn't help but to headbutt his chest, a self-soothing action, an attempt to wipe some of the stress and pressure away. he was her strongest source of comfort (aside from her siblings and her grandmother), and she was grateful to have him here to help. next would arrive both of her mentors, and she felt the remainder of stress melt from her muscles. well, most of it, at least. upon being beckoned, she hurried to rootlegs' side, watching as he felt for more unseen damage.

    it was her first time seeing rootlegs in action, and she couldn't help but to be impressed by his quick assessment, the way he spoke so factually, so sure. she hadn't even noticed that feathersong had disappeared until the woman was back. she moved to the other side of the man, coming to meet bo's face once more. she gave him another reassuring lick between the eyes though whether it was for his sake or hers was unclear. to nightfall, she'd meow with a newfound confidence, "he's going to be okay, night. we're going to let fea and root handle this."

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